It doesn’t hurt that bad
Considering what I had
And lost, and won’t get back
Never even noticed what I had.
They called me phony
Now they call me lonely
Reading that sickly letter
Trying to will myself better.
It hurts so bad
I see now, ignorance is what I had
And I want it all back
I was much less sad.
I took a long look inside
Left myself no place to hide
I want to make this right
I want to make me right.
I’m awake before morning
Because I find sleep boring
Is this what I really wanted?
Am I truly haunted?
I’ve got it bad
I’ve got it like I once had
And I wouldn’t take it back
I like how it was.
I’m happier when I’m sad.